Power poems

 / page 77 of 324 /
star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

The Cenci : A Tragedy In Five Acts

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

Scene I.
-An Apartment in the Cenci Palace.
Enter Count Cenci, and Cardinal Camillo.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

A Dedication to Soldiers Three

© Rudyard Kipling

And they were stronger hands than mine
That digged the Ruby from the earth-
More cunning brains that made it worth
The large desire of a king,
And stouter hearts that through the brine
Went down the perfect Pearl to bring.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Sleep And Poetry

© John Keats

As I lay in my bed slepe full unmete
Was unto me, but why that I ne might
Rest I ne wist, for there n'as erthly wight
[As I suppose] had more of hertis ese
Than I, for I n'ad sicknesse nor disese. ~ Chaucer

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Orlando Furioso Canto 21

© Ludovico Ariosto

ARGUMENT

Zerbino for Gabrina, who a heart

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Lucifer’s Deputy

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

A POET once, whose tuneful soul, perchance,
Too fondly leaned toward sin, and sin's romance,
On a long vanished eve, so calm and clear
None could have deemed an evil spirit near,

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

The Prisoner Of Chillon

© George Gordon Byron


Sonnet on Chillon

Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind!

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Resurrection, imperfect

© John Donne

Sleep sleep old Sun, thou canst not have repast  

As yet, the wound thou took’st on friday last;  

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Nathan The Wise - Act I

© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing

  O Nathan, Nathan,
How miserable you had nigh become
During this little absence; for your house -

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

To A Certain Nation

© Gilbert Keith Chesterton

We will not let thee be, for thou art ours.
  We thank thee still, though thou forget these things,
For that hour's sake when thou didst wake all powers
  With a great cry that God was sick of kings.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

The King's Task

© Rudyard Kipling

After the sack of the City when Rome was sunk to a name,

In the years that the lights were darkened,  or ever St. Wilfrid

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Nellie Lost and Found

© Henry Clay Work

Wake the boys to search for Nellie!
Stay not for the dawn;
Who shall sleep when from the mother's fold
One little lamb is gone.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

At A Vacation Exercise In The Colledge, Part Latin, Part English. The Latin Speeches Ended, The Eng

© John Milton

Then Ens is represented as Father of the Predicaments his ten
Sons, whereof the Eldest stood for Substance with his Canons,
which Ens thus speaking, explains.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Of Pearls And Stars

© Heinrich Heine

The pearly treasures of the sea,
The lights that spatter heaven above,
More precious than these wonders are
My heart-of-hearts filled with your love.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Sonnet I : To The Nightingale

© John Milton

O Nightingale, that on yon blooming spray 
Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still, 
Thou with fresh hopes the Lover’s heart dost fill, 
While the jolly Hours lead on propitious May. 

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

The Followers

© Ethelwyn Wetherald

One day I caught up with my angel, she

Who calls me bell-like from a sky-touched tower.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

The Man Who Saw

© William Watson

The master weavers at the enchanted loom

Of Legend, weaving long ago those tales

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

To a Lady, with Some Coloured Patterns of Flowers

© William Shenstone

Madam,-

Though rude the draughts, though artless seem the lines,

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt. Canto III.

© George Gordon Byron

I.

Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child!

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Trivia; or the Art of Walking the Streets of London: Book I.

© John Gay

Of the Implements for Walking the Streets,

and Signs of the Weather.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Charles Harpur

© Henry Kendall

So let him sleep, the rugged hymns
  And broken lights of woods above him!
And let me sing how sorrow dims
  The eyes of those that used to love him.